A what? Don't know... Sherry was waiting by the bus stop outside the house to go to work, when the doorbell rang and I was hurriedly bundled into my ski coat (YES! This is what I have been wearing here since my arrival!!) and taken outside to experience winter's first flurry!

If I have it correct, a flurry is when the rain turns to small flurs (!!!). I mean the bloody things fall from the sky and you end up having small snow balls on your clothes.

I must have been a spectacle to behold for all passers-by! I was in my olive green ski coat and the pinkest pyjamas you have ever set eyes on!!

My hubby and I and a colleague of his who has just arrived from Bahrain also got soaked yesterday. We were walking from the building which will soon become home to a nearby mall, when it started to drizzle. Before we knew it, it started to rain camels and donkeys and by the time we got to the mall, I thought that the sky had fallen and the world has come to an untimely end!

Unbeknown to us and I really take this personally, there was what weather experts here are divided upon but which many think is a tornado, which tore through a few blocks, wreaking havoc, uprooting trees and blowing off the roofs of homes and a school - full of students in class!And this was only two blocks for where I now live!!! And I only got to hear about it FIVE hours later!!!

The reason why this made alarm bells ring in my head is that had this been happening in - god forbid - Wonderland.. I would have known about it immediately. Being the news editor of a daily put me in the uneviable position of knowing things as they unfold...and here I am just part of the herd!!Ouch! This hurts!

Sunday was also a funny day, with gusts strong enough to blow people off their feet! We were at a mall (haha - this seems to be all that we do here!!!!), when a skinny anorexic sales girl eyed MY hubby and warned him: "careful when you go out.. there was a warning on radio telling people below 90lbs to hold on to things when they go out!"

What a bitch! First of all, he is skinny - but he isn't below 90lbs.. Secondly, what was she implying..that I am too fat and that I am the 'THING" he has to hold on to so that he doesnt get blown away???!!

And for those who say that I am too concerned with the weather like all other Canadians, I would like to say: "Do in Canada what the Canadians do!!"

What a bitch! First of all, he is skinny - but he isn't below 90lbs.. Secondly, what was she implying..that I am too fat and that I am the 'THING" he has to hold on to so that he doesnt get blown away???!!

You women always read into things much more than what is actually there in the first place. What the nice lady probably meant had nothing to do with your weight (which is perfect by the way) but rather just simply and very innocently telling your husband that she would like to rip his clothes of there and then and pleasure him and take pleasure from him until both of them become delerious and unworldly that they both experience an outer-religious experience that would last them a life time, and that she doesn't wear those bras with wires in them.

A tornado? Almost never happens at your part of the continent! In the US at least, if there's a tornado or other severe weather event, there will be warnings on the radio and television before and during the event. They'll cut right into the programming!

Ah, flurries... A function of how much to much snow is falling, I believe. For me, it's how far I can see. 500 metres? Flurries. 100? Snowing. 75? Snowing a lot. 50? Snowing like %#&$. <40? 10 &%(#*%s on a pogo stick! I didn't always feel this way. It used to mean sledding, hot cocoa after shoveling the driveway, maybe even a school snow day. 10 cm accumulation meant Kenmore-Town of Tonawanda public schools would be closed. Usually. If there was a God in heaven and justice in the land. Now it means a bunch of fools who forget how to drive or just park in the middle of traffic, and the oncoming shift at work will be relieving us late. Little snowballs? Like little pellets instead of flakes? So many different kinds of snow, with so many different properties of friction (or more accurately lack thereof). So much to learn, Amira! Like what type of footwear is appropriate (wafflestompers). Like how to walk so you don't slip and fall on your @$$ (short, flatfooted strides). How to get out of a spin in the car (turn the wheel in the same direction the back end of the car is headed).

And finally, most importantly, never believe anything anyone tells you in a shopping mall!!!

You were being razzed and gently at that. Or more to the point hubby was being gently razzed. Next time just bat your eyes and state “Not to worry about the wind If it gets too bad I just tie some string around my hubby and fly him like a kite” or you can just tell the nice lady that you did not appreciate her comment and the next time she gets flippant with you there will be hell to pay with her manager. That will shut her down post haste.

Snow Flurries are light and intermittent snow, snow showers are constant and steady snow. Flurries melt when they hit the ground and usually leave no accumulation of snow. You education in snow has just begun. There's the fresh fallen stuff, there's partially melted snow “slush”, there's snow mixed with rain, there's frozen rain “sleet” (very nasty stuff that) and there's my personal favorite “black ice” ask the Canadians about that stuff. Up in the great white north you can get up to 1 foot i.e. 30 cm of snow in a 24 hour period on a fairly regular basis. If you're near one of the “great lakes” there's the ever popular “lake effect snow” which is more snow than any human being should actually have to put up with and still believe in a just god. And here you are armed with only a green ski jacket. OH MY, you are well and truly screwed.

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